I was experimenting with different persona's and such of Tweek.
The blonde made his way down the hall minding his own business and just trying to get to his next class when a certain fatass tripped him and sent his books flying. Within a nanosecond, before the lardass could even let out a fit of laughter, the boy was an inch away from him, "Pick them up." he ordered.
Cartman scoffed as the boy twitched in front of him whether it be his normal ticks or ticks of rage he didn't care, "Fuck you blondie."
Cartman went to turn away but with a simple thud he was on the floor, the boy had thrown him to the ground quicker than anyone could blink, "Now. -Nngh-"
With a groan and grunt lardass had picked up the scattered books and handed them to the nutcase. "Fucking stupid freak…" he muttered as he walked away.
It's amazing how he can look so innocent and weak, no one would even expect him to be a great fighter. No one would even think twice about him. They simply react off of what he looks like, a scrawny, disheveled teenager. If they don't judge him off of his cover than they definitely judge him off of his problems. Like everyone in South Park he has his problems. His are mostly medical conditions…well too a point.
You see someone pop one pill and automatically they are a mental case.
Well he's no self-loathing nerd that let's everyone push him around. He has tactics, mental urges that make him react to even the slightest amount of bullying. You should seriously reconsider picking on him in the hallway, he's not one you want to bump into, trip or shove because he has a temper and he will throw a fit.
No. I don't mean a fit as in he'll go into seizure mode and start sputtering out apologies I mean he'll shove you back. He'll get up and fight. As corny as it may sound he will not back down and be a pussy bitch. He'll get right in your face and if you even think about throwing a fist he'll beat you to it.
"Fucking freak." the seniors had started taunting him outside of the school.
He shot them a glare and twitched. Seriously though, the twitch he gives isn't one showing fear or inability to throw a punch, it reflects his insanity. He put his book bag on the ground, "Nngh- what?"
One of the boys approached him with a sturdy smirk, "You heard us, we called you a freak because you're always going on about stupid gnomes and conspiracies."
"A-are you working -nngh- with the government in order to -Gah!- capture me and take me a-away? D-do you plan on -nngh- locking me in a cell to rot for life?" he asked shakily but not worriedly.
The group of older boys laughed at the 'stupid' sophomore, "No." the boy scoffed in response to the gay question.
Then he felt a serious pain shoot throw his left cheek and down him sending nerves flying. He rubbed his cheek and looked down at the content boy. He was grabbing his bag to walk away. He just punched him and was walking away, "Nngh- okay, then y-you must be in cahoots w-with the underpants gnomes."
That was the day I met the boy with blonde hair and crazed coffee colored eyes. The boy with bursts of energy that took out his enemies. The boy that would soon become part of my gang. In case you didn't know I'm an apathetic dick that doesn't like anybody that's outside of my crew, so for me to add you in makes you pretty cool.
I made Tweek Tweak part of my crew because he was one crazy ass motherfucker that didn't take shit, even if he was a nutcase that believed in gnomes.